OK – so nine and a half stone then, instead.

13,000 words written, a few of which may not be utter bilge.

Spring late in Devon – fucking arctic out there, but sunshine today, proper blue skies, and daffodils nodding in the garden.

Children both insanely energetic. Parents, less-so. (How surprising.)

Quercus left work last Thursday. Spent today making someone an outdoor log shelter and cutting up stuff with The Big Saw. Good times, my friends.

Kindles. Good, bad or the stuff of Satan?

Good, reliable, basic and cheap laptops. Any suggestions? I want my MacBook back to myself and reckon Quercus needs his own, now that he’s working from home and is thus only more likely to pour Baileys on mine. Something child-friendly would also be good; I am a bit reluctant to let tiny paws all over my precious.

Chai. Proof of divinity.

I appear only to be capable of bullet-style updates here, and only that sporadically. But I am still here. And you?